A date to remember
But will you forget?
Like everything else
I am done for you.

I've never been able to yell
or scream at someone.
No matter how angry,
or how hurt I am.

It's a blessing
and a curse.

I live to please.
But who?
Myself? Certainly not.

Sometimes I get so angry
that I want to lash out.
Break something, throw
something against the wall.

Watch something shatter so I know
what it looks like inside my heart.

I pick up a jar, ready to hurl it at
a stone wall.
But just as soon as my arm pitches back,
it falls slowly to the ground.

I sink to my knees and the jar clicks softly
against the ground as I place it next to me.

Soft sobs raking through my body
As if on their own angry rampage.

Fingers dig into my hair, pushing it away
from my face, so that I may see clearly.

To see the unbroken jar still sitting peacefully
next to my hand, now flat on the concrete.

Strings soft,
supple between my fingers.
My page sits blank,
not an imperfection in sight.
Yet, here's the rub,
as nothing,
in its very essence,
is the imperfection.

Not a single word
comes to mind.
Not a single word
will do.
Words aren't enough
to say how much I love you.

Symphonies in my head,
fire in my eyes,
silence in my heart.

I know this game,
we go round and round.
Waiting till one of our
feet hit the ground.

Well I hit the ground.
I hit it hard.
Hard enough to
shatter through.
And I won't lie,
it hurt a **** lot.
But I still love you.

Pearl flakes, delicate shards scatter,
shatter. Woven silently, heavily softly, slowly, wafting. Swirling into sparkling sundials.

I
am
Breaking
every    boundary
I have ever drawn. I *am  
S h a t t e r i n g* every  lasting  
doubt left on the tip of my tongue.  
I   am  S l i d i  n g  down  a  pile  of  the
last    of    my   demure.   I   am   S h e d d i n g
each    and    every   layer   guarding    my    soul.
I   am  S h a k i n g  afraid  to  let  go  of  my  safe  wall.
I am T u m b l i n g  past everything I have always clung too. I am
Letting go until all that’s left is my fears broken at the bottom of the ledge.

H e a r t b r e a k

F a i l u r e

            R e j e c t i o n

                                    L o s s

*B.K

Made of glass,
but wishing
to be tinted
and shatterproof.